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"Look up, Brooks, it's not your fault. Ogrim's voice was a little cold.

However, Brooks knew it wasn't aimed at him, and he raised his head and looked at Fort Riptide in the distance, where a thousand-strong squad of nearly four orcs was being slaughtered by the human cavalry just now.

"We should go and deliver them, Hammer of Destruction. It's still too late. Kilrog stood beside Orgrim and suggested. Behind him, the chiefs of the various clans and their agents nodded their heads - although the wastes trapped under Riptide Castle were completely defeated by the same number of human cavalry, they were still compatriots, and they should not be abandoned.

"Rescue, Kilrog, think clearly with your pig-like head, how are we going to rescue them, and before our men rush there, the next wave of cavalry will storm our flanks!" Orgrim scolded, undisguised his irritability and anger.

Kilrog was taken aback by Orgrim's outburst, and he quickly lowered his head in submission - to hell with the shit, they weren't his own people.

Ogrim's heart was filled with chagrin - even though he hadn't heard Anduin Lothar say about him, he now realized that he had done something wrong.

Orgrim had no idea that the sudden appearance of cavalry would cause so much frightening to the orcs, and he still couldn't understand why it took him so long to maintain the stability of the battalion, or why the thousand-strong troops on the front line had not been able to withdraw.

But Orgrim now knew that he had to abandon the orcs who had been cut off from the camp - the commander of this group of human cavalry was very cunning, he was completely in control of the battlefield, and the attack was exactly the point of Ogrim's point.

If he was to rescue the orcs, Orgrim would have to disrupt his newly stabilized camp and detach some of his forces to re-march in the direction of Riptide Castle to disperse the human cavalry.

Yes, to disperse—only to disperse—Orgrim knew that his two-legged wastes would not be able to catch up with the human cavalry, and that the human cavalry had also split up to keep an eye on the orc camp, and Orgrim knew that as soon as he sent his troops close to them, they would quickly leave the battlefield and flee around.

At this time, the shaking of the earth is becoming more and more violent, and a larger number of cavalry is approaching the battlefield, if he divides his forces to rescue the group of orcs, it will only make the strength of the large battalion more dispersed, and in the face of the impact of a larger number of cavalry, Orgrim does not have enough confidence to resist.

Therefore, the least costly option is to abandon the thousands of isolated orcs and deal with the next cavalry raid with all their might - 20,000 cavalry compared to 3,000 cavalry does not only mean an increase in numbers, the more the number of cavalry, the impact and deterrence of the cavalry will increase exponentially.

With a sense of chagrin at the slaughter of his compatriots at the foot of the human cavalry, Orgrim thought of the same thing that had been done to the orcs in Stormwind.

As one of the smartest orcs, Orgrim had realized that although he had made a lot of preparations to invade this world, there was a weakness that he could not avoid—he had never commanded so many orcs to fight against humanoids of equal intelligence or even higher, and he even had a grotesque foreboding in his heart at this time—could this weakness eventually become the reason for the failure of himself and the entire tribe?

No, it won't - Orgrim gripped the handle of the Hammer of Doom tightly, and stood firm in his faith - he would be able to do it, fulfill Durotan's last wish, and lead the orcs to carve out a new home from the entanglement of that evil force!

Come, humans, let you know how strong the orcs' desire for freedom is!--Orgrim looked into the distance, where a large number of human cavalry were rapidly approaching the battlefield, and the smoke and dust from the galloping horses turned even the moonlight into a misty mist, and yet, in the depths of Orgrim's mind, which he was not aware of, had cast a faint shadow over the future of this battle.

"All stopped!" Uther commanded loudly as he reined in his horse.

The Knights of the Silver Hand were the second cavalry to arrive on the battlefield, as the Royal Guards of Lordaeron were a little slower than the High Elf Rangers who had no way to ride horses.

Uther sat on horseback and watched the battlefield in the distance—beneath the walls of Riptide Castle, the slaughter was terrifying, and on the other side, the lifeless orc armies—but no one would take this seemingly silent army lightly, as they were savage invaders who had taken over half of the world of Azeroth with less than 100,000 men.

"Why did you stop, Uther?" said two paladins who rode up to Uther, one of whom asked aloud Melas Tulayan, one of the five who had become one of the first paladins along with Uther.

"I'm waiting for His Majesty King Terenas and his army, Tulayan, and when they arrive, we'll regroup together before attacking the orc army. Uther replied, however, he felt strange in his heart - how could Tulayan, who had always been taciturn but kind, be strange to-night? Such a question must have come from a straight man like Dathohan or Gavin Rad.

"Wait, Uther, didn't you see Sir Lothar fighting the orcs with the warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and you want us to wait here?" Turlayan did not accept Uther's explanation, but continued to shout at him menacingly.

Tulayan's shouts caught the attention of several paladins behind Uther, and the others gathered around Seidan Dasohan and Gavinrad to find out what was going on.

"I see it, but I think Sir Lothar is a little too impulsive, and we are not strong enough to pose a threat to the orc army, which is several times more numerous than us. Although Tulayan's tone was not at all polite, Uther explained calmly.

"Uther, you stupid ......," Tulayan roared, but was stopped by another paladin beside him, who didn't let him utter the word "stupid".

"Uther, Tulayan is right. You may not know it, but now is our best chance to launch an assault, and if we delay a little longer, we may never be able to launch a surprise attack again. The middle-aged paladin who had come to Uther with Tulayan said this to Uther.